Sharper Image and Luxury Yurts

What does it say about you if you are circling EVERYTHING to fix EVERYTHING in your life in the Sharper Image catalogue? Or you start looking into yurts and realize there is a whole new realm to yurts — LUXURY YURTS?! What?! This is amazing! I LOVE everything about this — especially the irrational aspect of the yurt in my own backyard in Michigan! I don’t have to trek in with a heavy (or light if you are one of those enviable light travelers) backpacks. I simply put my feet into Uggs and walk 50 feet out to my yurt. If it is truly luxury, then maybe I’ll be greeted by a butler who will have my favorite gin cocktail ready and waiting for me. I’m hoping my luxury yurt is full of Sharper Image items that will alleviate any ache or pain that I have — heat me up, massage me, display the universe of stars and planets — all the while with a relaxing glowing life size sound machine lava lamp with therapeutic jellyfish harmoniously floating in soothing colors next to my most amazing, best ever massage chair.

I’m suffering from Coviditis and ESCAPE is key. Don’t get me wrong — of course we all LOVE our families — I mean, that’s a given. But there are moments in our lives (on an hourly basis, sometimes) that we might wish to escape the infinitesimal irritations that come with living, sometimes, TOO close to our loved ones.

I am not saying I’m perfect. I suffer from a rare, but soon to be registered, condition called SoMS (Sound of Music Syndrome). Sad to say this, but at one point in life, certain movies would come out once a year and it was an event. You popped your popcorn, stirred up your grape KoolAid, and locked the door so that you could watch your favorite musical of all time — “The Sound of Music” UNINTERRUPTED. Oh My God! This was a high point for many impressionable years growing up and now, as if I somehow tweaked something in my brain, I wake up everyday and a song — any song, from the Sound of Music, floods into my head. I start to yodel or swish around the house like I was sixteen going on seventeen and couldn’t everybody in the house see that?! Or I’d get melancholy and ruminate over my cereal singing Edelweiss — regardless of the song, each morning it was the same. My family ignores me for the most part — I think they may even believe that other people suffer from the same syndrome (but may be too embarrassed to ask their friends about it at school). I am guessing, however, they would also appreciate an escape to a luxury yurt at such times. We all kind of desperately want our own backyard luxury yurts to get away from the mundane shiftiness of our present reality. Oy — why is this so hard?!

If my husband weren’t such a stickler and always insisting that I finish a project, I would build my own yurt in the backyard. The problem with Covid, presently, in the harshest second wave, is that even HE cannot travel so I have no weekends to sneak to Lowe’s, buy my yurt materials and halfway construct it. Ugh. And then I surely would get in trouble for a $5,000 Sharper Image charge on the credit card. So now I sit and dream of my yurt and look through my catalog circling in red sharpie the items that would make my get away supremely perfect. It is going to be a long winter.